Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crush ❯ Image ( Chapter 1 )

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She found her chance and she took it. He didn't care, all he wanted to do was fight, to run his silly show. It wasn't abnormal for her to accept duty of speaking to him, and there, she had her chance, seeing his face, hearing his voice, accidentally touching his hand could bring so very much joy to her.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.28.2005 | Updated On: 03.01.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 335 | Status: Work In Progress

Hi! Yay! I like to keep my notes after the chapter, but this time I am so excited I decided to put them before so that you could all skip over them like you do at the end of the chapters with less convenience. So what I the big news? It's my birthday this Wednesday (11/10).So after having three new outfits to wear this week, I have the honor of informing you that this weekend I shall start a new fic. I do not own DB/Z/GT and or its characters. This is for no sort of monetary profit, though I consider myself prospering from the fun and whatever I have writing these fics.

Couples Notes: Because this is the first chapter I have also decided that I shall make my notes and they might be considerably long. Couples shall be divided into one-sided, odd, regular, and maybes (meaning that everything else that is listed is already determined and there may still be some curve balls). The one-sided ness (person having crush first) shall be Kuririn/Buruma, Yamucha/Buruma, Buruma/Gokou, Maron/Yamucha, Maron/Torankusu.Regular: Chichi/Gokou, Buruma/Bejiita, Videl/Gohan, Goten/Pareasu, Odd:Gokou/Bura, Maybes will be stated later.

Ratings Notes: I will currently keep the rating at R because the likeliness of slight gore and lemon is high. Language shall be used as wished.

Odd Couples Mean OOC: Never! Keep an open mind! There will be odd coupling but I assure you as many of my other readers should that I do my best to provide a situation for the characters in question that makes their coupling inevitable, pulling as few artistic liberties as possible. This is an A/U fic, therefore I have a lot more potential to set these characters up.

Crush

Lemony Nymph (Bouzi Neo)

“So how do you feel about the incident now?”

“Lord, `incident' is a bit of an understatement.”

“Made consciously, my dear.”

“You would.”

“There, there, Princess. So now, how do you feel about this catastrophe?”

“I hate you.”

“You're feisty.”

“As you are arrogant.”

“Princess, your beauty certainly deceives one. He would think that her silent smile could say and achieve more than her sharp tongue. I am still waiting for your response.”

“How do I feel about it? How would you? I want to go home. I want anything but to see my father again but at the same time I would do anything to. I want to die, I think I did and I'm consciously floating in the sky, in a horrible abyss where I slowly went insane and here I am. Are you a fragment of my imagination? Am I flowing, not a whole piece, but a soul, across the universe, an idea and no longer a form? Was it real?”

“You're very dramatic. It was real. Close your eyes. You can feel it, reality. To tell you the truth, I don't care how you feel about the incident or catastrophe, forget that. The reality is here. Now.”

“You're wrong. The reality was yesterday. This is my abyss.”

*****

She did it because she loved him. His obsidian eyes, his God-like body, muscles were everywhere over tight skin.

But it was soft. Oh, so very soft, and the infinite abs, the massive arms that only in her dreams allowed her to be crushed against him, and she was desperate to feel the insane closeness, she was desperate for him to touch her, grace her with his warm hands, and his voice was so gentle... To hear him call her name out...

Then his hair, his messy, sharp spikes, but it felt like silk to her, and she wanted nothing more than for him to show her exactly what he as a man could do to her and collapse over her after heated love-making, the weight pinning her between him and her soft sheets, but she wouldn't mind, no, not while he slept like an angel, contrary to his devious actions with her, cheek on her breast, soft breathing...

He smiled so calmly, everything was a game to him, there was something about him that made life mean less, made things simple and happy, and she wanted to wrap her arms around him like a scared little girl and have him show her to the light-splashed corridor that he lived in, his heaven and show her how being naive, how being innocent, could give so much more than being a queen to a dark man that loved power and raw things, a dark man that did not smile, but smirked, that did not treasure her, but recalled he had her, that did not make love to her, but fuck her.

She did what she had to do, she was a woman and her every drop of blood desired him and she seemed to wither away, even her King's touch seemed to stop pleasing her when she could only think of another man. And Bejiita could do more than satisfy, if he wanted to, if he cared, but neither did, she'd served her use to him, she'd provided children as law told her she had to, she was of no more use to him and on the lonely nights when she contemplated suicide, she noted her husband regarded her so rarely he wouldn't notice if she were dead.

But someone else knew about her obsession. And he allowed dear Gokou to come, he worked with her plan and formed his own. She might have desired Gokou, but he desired her.

*****

He didn't want to do it. He had no choice. When his wife, his raven haired angel with her chocolate eyes, when she ran into his room...

"Gokou, I need you. I've never asked you to join my affairs before, but now, I really, really need you."

And he stared at his wife in tears, he wrapped his arms around her, and gently he whispered against her ear, "What's wrong, Hun?"

She sniffled against his shoulder, and after a few moments, she stiffened and broke free from his embrace, "We need a representative to go and negotiate with Bejiita about trading. The Order sent word that while the representative goes, they want us to investigate for him."

"You mean they want a spy?" He frowned in disgust, and she touched his hand, bringing his eyes to her face.

"You... well, you know about the financial aid that they hold over Gohan's kingdom. If we don't cooperate, he will suffer."

And it wasn't just anyone they demanded. It was him. It confused him at first, but the more he listened to what he was looking for, the less he liked the great Bejiita and as he sat, lost in his thoughts, two men approached.

"I'm Yamucha. It's truly a pleasure. I was fascinated with your wife's work on the concepts of quarter monarchy."

Gokou blinked for a moment. There was something off about the man, this Yamucha. He wasn't clean-shaven. He wasn't in physical shape, or relatively weak, there was no sort of mark, no gold nor cape suggesting his class, but that wasn't what bothered him...

Tail.

He didn't have a tail.

He smiled a bit, crossing his arms over his chest, 'Bejiita really sends his best to deal with us..'

"...And I thought it was fascinating... But Kuririn needs to take you to see the Queen. She will negotiate with you."

At one time, Yamucha must've had money, power, perhaps a tail, to have ever read those angry, rebellious words. Memories, altered, books, burned, all by an arrogant force, that liked to think itself elite, with more political power than Gokou, or King Bejiita, that decided to step in to "keep the peace."

And then it hit him...

He needed to personally speak with Bejiita. Buruma was an old friend, surely she would...

No. Buruma, he cringed a bit, no she would become angry, he could hear his old friend asking him why she wasn't good enough to speak with, and he sighed, smiling a bit, her temper, if nothing else, was amusing.

Kuririn weaved through golden corridors and complicated rooms before they found Buruma's wing. Gokou followed with his head down, contemplating, he didn't really want to be there, but it wasn't ChiChi's fault. No, it wasn't anyone's fault.

The queen's quarters defined brilliance. Buruma certainly had taste, everything seemed to drip in gold and crimson jewels. She, however, seemed out of place.

She was an odd Saiya-Jin, if she was even a Saiya-Jin, with clear blue eyes and aqua locks long flowing down her shoulders like water. She didn't look old, in fact she seemed almost the same as she did the last time he'd seen her, but something surely screamed maturity after a second glance, but there was no doubt in the fact that she did not look a day over thirty.

He smiled a bit, his dear old friend had never been modest, even after marriage and children, she dressed as she did when she was a teenager. Like she was lost in time. Her scarlet gown was form-fitting, and it exposed more chest than Bejiita, possessive Bejiita, would've liked other men to see, or so he supposed, but his eyes did not pay attention to the flesh more than to remember the good old days, more than to remember that she really was as she was before and after that his eyes stayed on her face.

She lazily yawned, finally tilting her head towards him, "So here he is." She gestured for him to sit, "You do know that it's rude to make a woman wait, Gokou."

He smiled at the chastising words, "It's also rude to send your wife to discuss your business."

She raised a brow, turning her head in disgust to hide the sharp slap, the hurt. She'd spent hours dressing for the day and he did not want to see her, he was not living up to the image of him she'd created, oh, he was beautiful, but so naive, he did not even understand that he was there to devour her with his eyes, and then once the doors were shut and Bejiita was asleep at night, he would take her, slowly and sweet, because he was daring and courageous, and he would want her as badly as she wanted him that he wouldn't care about the consequences of his actions.

"Son Gokou," She gulped a bit, "I do believe you're out of line. If you want to speak with my husband, go ahead," She spat, desperate for him to leave, "Men!"

And she fell back against her pillows, along with her courage and nerve, and she looked out over her great window onto the garden. Gokou wondered for a second why she didn't just leave to see the gardens for herself, but he disregarded the thought.

With a childish grin, Gokou clapped his hands together, "Good, I'd like that very much. Maybe we could even spar earlier."

She sighed, he sounded... giddy when he spoke of fighting with her husband, and she could only beg that he wanted to fight because of an insane jealousy, because he wanted her, because he... because...

"Do you mind if he shows me around?" Gokou nodded to Kuririn kindly.

Kuririn was short, clothed in armor, and Gokou figured he was a sort of body guard with a severe height problem. Kuririn's sarcasm was amusing, but he frowned and shook his hands before him as if he had better things to do than escort a royal guest around the area.

"No, that would be wonderful." Buruma was far away now, staring out over the ruby skies, "But Kuririn has to attend to other business. Take him to Bura. Let her show him around, and to his room until the King returns. That is," She glared daggers at Gokou for a few moments before turning back to her window, "Unless he would prefer a male's company. I would arrange my son, but the boy is away." This was the first time she smiled, pride welling through despite her sour mood, and it was obvious she was fond of him. Pride seemed to radiate from her when she spoke of Torankusu.

"No, I think I'll be fine." Gokou scratched his head, feeling certain need as Kuririn did to leave before the angry woman with jewels dripping from her hair started to yell.

Kuririn, almost shaking, backed away from the room and bowed, and Gokou nodded, leaving her alone in her dark room to cry silent tears.

He didn't live up to the image of him she'd created.

*****

"The Queen is a very intelligent woman. With a wife in such a high political standing, she probably figured you wouldn't mind negotiating with her."

"To tell you the truth," Gokou confided, frowning at his chest. "I don't want to be here at all."

It hadn't occurred to him that catching up with an old friend would be "nice." He wanted to fight Bejiita, a man celebrated for his skill, and get whatever information he needed to prove their case against the man, and leave.

"Well, if you want my honesty, you were better with The Queen. Princess Bura is not the nicest female on our planet," He frowned, sweating a bit, "Though she is a truly wonderful, gracious.." He coughed, "Spoiled brat."

But it was this Bura, the sparkle in Bejiita's eye, his one and only daughter, that seemed to be the best person to be talking to.

*****

I edited it and I hope you like it more. I took out a little dialogue and added some, but it's all the same general idea, just now it sets up explaining things I was originally thinking about explaining much later in the fic.